Go Away, Molech!

"On average, one American consumes as much energy as two Japanese, six Mexicans, 13 Chinese, 31 Indians, 128 Bangladeshis, 280 Haitians, and 307 Tanzanians." -- Mickey Z

An extremely sleepless night left me fatigued this morning. I suffered from moderate abdominal pains, most likely due to the Spam® Musubi that I consumed for dinner last night. I was certain that an episode of Montezuma's Revenge would plague me before morning. Fortunately, I was spared the agony. Oh well.

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... well, that was discussed two days ago in the "blog." No deviation today, from what I could detect. As I have mentioned prior, my reading time is now totally devoted to the Good Book (New Living Translation). Even when I am not reading the Good Book, my mind is usually locked in contemplation about its content. In actuality, once I started reading the Good Book, I had a difficult time putting it down. Obviously, the Scriptures are not at all similar to contemporary literature. The New Living Translation, albeit inaccurate, tends to facilitate easier reading.

I am not certain about whether I will discuss my findings and opinions about the Scriptures in the "blog." Why bother? The "blog" is on its "last leg," so to speak. There are close to zero readers. No one wants to read about a loser's life, especially one as redundant as mine. There's no adventure and no romance. Every day, same ol' shit over and over again. The world is primarily made up of satanic gargoyles, people who have converted to the worship of Molech. Their interests and life-style are diametrically opposed to my own. So, I am not going to be swinging the incense lantern at the altar of Molech anytime soon. These are troubled times, my friends. Do not underestimate the power of the Molech-like sinister forces. Once ensnared, there's no return.

Talk to the Hand (Reprise)

Monday has come and gone, and the ol' lavahead made his usual trek out to Hawai'i Kai. The itinerary was all too familiar. Yes, moms and I made the usual rounds ... Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We ate lunch at Panda Express® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Later, for dessert, moms served Foremost® vanilla ice cream. I kept moms company until 1:30pm.

I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Head Park. I spent about 45 minutes there, although I really was not in the mood. Finally, I drove to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, and walked to the gym. While I was performing my usual workout, I ran into the guy who maintains Kawaikui Beach Park. He apparently is a gym member. Afterward, I shopped at Foodland. I was in quandary about what I should procure for dinner. There were no hot meals (i.e., local-style bento) available. So, I purchased a couple of Spam® Musubis.

Driving back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I encountered the usual myriad dickheads out on the road. They were speeding and weaving in and out of traffic, even amidst a sizable traffic accident along Kalani'ana'ole Highway. When I finally returned to my squalid room, I was ambivalent about life in general. What can I say? Looking at the trash and rotting food sitting around the dump does little to generate much enthusiasm.

I was even more perturbed by what I had read in the Advertiser while waiting for moms to get ready. The City & County of Honolulu and State governments have decided that they are going to raise sewer and water rates. Property taxes are also going to increase. The petrol tax and vehicle registration fee are really going up. All that to make up for the budget shortfall. The punchline, of course, is that these plans are based upon the guranteed assurance that the empire's economy will rebound and infinite growth will be sustained. In another article, petrol consumption in the islands (mostly O'ahu) has spiked 27 percent since petrol prices went down. My anecdotal evidence that driving increased dramatically has proven true. All in all, what we are witnessing is a kind of selfish madness that will almost certainly doom us all. The sheer level of stupidity and arrogance is astonishing.

Now comes the real absurdity. I finally collected all the figures that I needed to figure my income taxes for last year. I ran them in my spreadsheet, only to discover:

• The "condotel" unit actually made a profit of $1,600 over the year
• The amount owed for both Federal and State income taxes is $900 and some change

Yeah, more money is headed out the door in the middle of the month of April. I will only clarify why the "condotel" appeared to make a profit. I have a 15-year fixed interest rate (at 7.99 percent per annum) mortgage on the dump. Thus, I have been actually paying down the principal by at least $300 every month since its inception. Thus, the "losses" that I have claimed to absorb each month has been negated by the reduction in the outstanding balance. The amortization on a 15-year mortgage is much faster than a 30-year mortgage. In a 30-year mortgage, I would barely pay down any of the outstanding balance in the first ten years.

Well, it seems that everyone has factored in the next boom cycle in their plans. For them, the issue is not a matter of if but when. They know in their greedy little hearts that the recovery is coming, and it will be stronger than ever. The fools have been offering up human sacrifices and swinging their incense lanterns at the altar of Molech. The "end of days" is surely coming.

Writing for Nobody

Given the sorry state of affairs these day, one would think that the ol' lavahead would be more inclined to tax his creativity and compose prose worthy of reading. Obviously, that is not the case. He is neither inspired or inclined to move beyond the redundant and mundane. So, he must initiate the current "blog" in its timeless form ... another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... what exactly is an urban nomad kind-of-a-day.

Well, an urban nomad kind-of-a-day only involves two destination points, the library (if it's open) and the gym. If the gym is closed, then we're not talking about an urban nomad kind-of-a-day. I have already mentioned that my itinerary is only a small step above the homeless guy itinerary. Poverty is the common denominator. Social pecking order is the exclusionary policy rider. Boredom is the great equalizer.

Of course, on Sunday, we have the urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday in which I commence the day by checking the mail in my box at the Post Office. I am usually greeted by a host of junk mail. I salvage the postage-paid envelopes and use them as disposable wallets. Lately, I have been receiving all of my tax return information. Aside from that, the only real mail that I receive is from the AARP®, if that is any consolation.

I had expected the bus to be a little less crowded today because of the idiotic Pro Bowl. The gym certainly wasn't very crowded. Even the hottie gym trainer was conspicuously absent. I should have known, though, that bus riders cannot afford tickets to the Pro Bowl. They only have the option to shop at Wal-Mart®. By the way, this is one of the last years for the Pro Bowl in Hawai'i. Apparently, the concession is moving on to Florida. The tourist industry is in an uproar, no doubt because the latter is another blow to an already comatose tourist industry. Not that it matters. Everyone is waiting for the "recovery."

My own eyes tell me that the rank-and-file peons do not take the current economic depression to be very serious. There are little, if any, attempts to modify consumption patterns. The "hope" is that the economy will recover very soon. No one believes that it may never recover. After all, we are just going through another down cycle. There is so much pressure to return to the status quo. I would not be surprised if the satanic gargoyles are offering up human sacrifices to Molech.

Two punks were sitting in the back of the bus this afternoon on one of the two seats that face each other. One of the punks stretched his legs and rested his feet on the other facing seat, effectively blocking the aisle. When I stood up to alight the bus, the punk didn't budge. I yelled out, "Eh!" I gave the asswipe all of two seconds to move his legs, or I would have ramrodded them. The two punks gave me the "stink eye," but I did not bother to pummel them.

I stopped off at Foodland in the aina Haina Shopping Center to specifically purchase four boxes of Quaker® Granola on sale for $5 per box (i.e., a savings of over $2 per box). I also purchased a pint of Dreyer's® Cookie Dough ice cream. I consumed the whole pint while I waited for the next bus.

I performed the dreaded laundry chores once I arrived back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I will spend the rest of the day and evening holed up in my squalid room. I will compose my redundant "blog" to satisfy ... who exactly? There is now less than one legitimate reader per day. Some days, there are none. Oh well.

Slob Manor Tidbits

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day has passed with only one deviation ... restoration my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. I was planning to wait a few more days, but the grown out mess was driving me crazy. My hair was not actually very long. As the days go on, I seem to be moving toward the preference for a shaved head. The guy who cut my hair did an excellent job. In fact, he used a razor to fine tune the cut. I was impressed.

The downtown gym ran out of liquid soap a few days ago. Yesterday, I noticed a substitute white-colored liquid soap in the dispensers. At first, I thought that the liquid soap that smells like toilet bowl cleaner was back. However, the new liquid soap is pretty good. Incidentally, as a poverty-stricken pauper, I can no longer be choosy.

Do I need to restate the urban nomad itinerary? I didn't think so. Last night at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I heard a lot of hammering going on downstairs for an extended period of time. I finally decided to see what was up. Two of the other Slob Manor residents were standing around and watching the Chinaman hammering away at his door. Apparently, he locked himself out. So, he chiseled the doorknob off and was trying to force the latch to release.

Someone at Slob Manor has been attempting to take the trash and recycling bins out to the curb. Good try, but wrong days. Sheesh! We have two recycling bins for green waste and for paper and plastics. The pickup alternates biweekly on Wednesday. The trash is picked up once per week on Saturday. I have been putting the trash bin out on the correct day each week, although I vowed not to do so anymore. However, I do not return the bin to its storage location. I may or may not put the recycling bins out by the curb on collection days, depending on how I feel. I already have other chores such as vacuuming the second floor common area and the stairwell every week. I also routinely spray down the bathroom fixtures with chlorine bleah. I am doing way too much. Sheesh!

Empire of Idiocy Revisited

"If America were to follow Japan’s example, it would have to leave its interest rates near zero for the next decade…and add about $10 TRILLION to its public debt. And if it got the same results, you’ll be able to sell your house in 2026 for the same price you paid in 1992." -- Bill Bonner from the Daily Reckoning site

I was off to Kahala in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 7:30am this morning. I managed to find shaded parking at Kahala Mall, not exactly difficult when the stores open at 9am. I walked to the dentist office. My poor tooth was cleaned and a permanent filling put in place. The porcelain crown was polished down a bit to alleviate the constant impact with the upper molar. My payment for the visit today (as well as the visit prior to the root canal work) amounted to $24 total. I suspect that the dentist gave me the "kama'aina" rate for which I will be eternally grateful.

Rather than rush off to Hawai'i Kai, I waited until Barnes & Noble® opened. I purchased a small cup of decaffeinated coffee. I sat and read a magazine for a few minutes. Kahala Mall was fairly busy even before the majority of stores opened. There is a huge senior citizen exercise class that is held in the center of the mall. Senior citizens also walk the perimeter of the mall for exercise.

I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 9:30am. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I only made the trip to Foodland in Koko Marina. For lunch, moms served up hot dogs with fresh vegetables. For dessert, moms served Foremost® vanilla ice cream. I kept moms company until 1am.

I drove to Koko Head Park, although I only spent about 20 minutes there. Feeling restless, I ventured back to Koko Marina. I was able to find shaded parking. Then, I walked to the gym. I was not really in the mood, but I performed my usual workout. Before taking a shower, I was greeted by a makeshift sign that read, "No hot water." Afterward, I shopped at Foodland. I was really in no mood to shop for food. Sadly, there were no hot meals (i.e., local-style bento). So, I had no choice but to go through the motions of food shopping. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. As for the rest of the day and evening, we all know the drill.

Not much to comment on these days. Same ol' shit. The moneychangers and powers-that-be are up to their old tricks again. They are working in concert to bring back the status quo. And, the myriad peons are licking thier chops for that day to come as well. It's the same old paradigm ... unlimited growth, rampant consumerism, increasing debt, greed, corruption ... oh brother. Even the rank-and-file peons want their 401(k) accounts and their home assessments to reach for the sky. The only way that will happen ... you guessed it ... same ol' shit.

How many more wealth transfers (read: thefts) must the fools experience before they get a clue? According to what constitutes the "news," unemployment is increasing by the day. Yet, the same "news" sources claim that personal savings have jumped up to five percent and is rising. Does that make sense? What can anyone save when unemployed? I certainly am not saving anything. In fact, I am being robbed blind. Money in my accounts is disappearing without my participation.

The somewhat scary news is that gun sales are up in the empire. The sad part is that the morons will end up shooting each other when the "shit hits the fan." Since I am being robbed blind, I do not have the option of acquiring a "nine" (read: 9mm). Thus, I will end up being one of the hapless victims when all hell breaks loose. Lord, have mercy!

Byblos Binge Redux

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... have you seen Godot? The urban nomad routine is obviously getting the best of the oversized cranium. So far, three days of uninterrupted urban nomad redundancy has elapsed. And, no moronic incidents to report.

I have not found any new books worthy of reading, so my reading time is now solely devoted to the Good Book (New Living Translation). The burning question, of course, is whether the Scriptures are really the inspirational works of the Creator. So far, I have completed everything up to the 2nd of Samuel. I am one-fourth of the way through the Scriptures. Right now, I would be making premature comments. So, I will continue to read and ponder.

Godot Arrives?

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... who knew? When I boarded the bus this morning, I saw moms sitting way in the back. Moms was on her way to Aina Haina, and then to Kahala Mall. As usual, I followed the exact same urban nomad itinerary as yesterday (and every urban nomad kind-of-a-day). Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. I was back at Slob Manor by 5pm, just in time to perform the dreaded laundry chores (one day early). And, once again, I grilled a couple of Turkey, Monterrey Jack Cheese, and Pesto Panini on my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press right on the floor of my squalid room. The evening? Same ol' shit.

Later, I will be transferring $2,120 from my non-yielding investment accounts to my local bank in order to cover the horrendous debt that I have accrued (mostly because of dental work). I should also recommend another interesting article titled, "Here It Comes," that appeared on the Market Ticker "blog." If anyone is a serious student of the upcoming collapse of the "system," then the article is a priority read.

Incidentally, my investment accounts have lost about $2,000 in the last two days. I have nothing in stock mutual funds, so I assume that the losses are in the bond funds. The Market Ticker article that I previously cited included an interesting discussion about the future of bonds and equities. A massive wealth transfer is happening right now before our very eyes. No investment is safe. Are we finally witnessing the beginning of the secular Apocalypse?

Tidbits & Tidbits Revisited

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... same ol' shit despite cold temperatures and gusty winds. The itinerary remained the same with the exception that I have not been to Kawaikui Beach Park for a quite a few days.

Let me recap my latest reading projects while I sit in the inner courtyard of the library. I just completed reading the book, "The Commission: The Uncensored History of the 9/11 Investigation," by Philip Shenon. Currently, I am reading a small paperback titled, "Amerika Psycho: Behind Uncle Sam's Mask of Insanity," by Richard Neville. In addition, I am moving along with my reading of the New Living Translation.

My workouts at the gym remain exactly the same since my last reorganization effort. I can safely say that I am not pushing the envelope when it comes to fitness. Even my cardio workout is much more leisurely than it has been in the past. Of course, I still maintain a seven-day per week regimen.

This evening, my latest dinner concoction (i.e., Turkey, Monterrey Jack Cheese, and Pesto Panini) made its debut. I grilled it on my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press right on the floor of my squalid room. I can only say that my creations are awfully bland. There's no question in my mind that eating healthy means food must taste no better than cardboard.

Truth Be Known

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai found moms, myself, and my Nissan® Frontier truck making the usual rounds ... Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms served up barbeque chicken and beef teriyaki sticks, along with lamp-baked chicken courtesy Foodland, fresh vegetables, homemade macaroni salad, and rice. For dessert, moms served Foremost® vanilla ice cream. I kept moms company until 1:30pm.

I only spent about 20 minutes at Koko Head Park. The park was very quiet, perhaps because of the intermittent showers. A more likely cause, perhaps, was the tragedy that occurred yesterday. A crazed derelict went on a stabbing rampage along the Koko Crater trail leaving two people seriously wounded. I wondered why I heard so many emergency vehicles along Kalani'ana'ole Highway with their siren blaring after I had returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) in the afternoon. The psycho was apprehended and is now in custody.

I drove to Koko Marina at 2pm. I found shaded parking, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor. I was so full from lunch that I really did not feel like eating much for dinner.

As usual, I will spend all evening locked in my squalid room. My only source of entertainment, diversion, or enlightenment is my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer with its not-ready-for-prime-time Ubuntu Linux operating system. I read only a small handful of acceptable alternative news sites. The Global Research site is an invaluable source of information. I should mention a recent article by Krassimir Petrov titled, "Worse than the Great Depression." In it, we can find the answer to where all of the money has gone, that is, all of the money that has been injected into the world's banking "system." Only a dunce would not see that there has been another huge transfer of wealth. I suppose that most people could care less. They buy into the spoon-fed crap from the "mainstream" media. They place their hopes on benign foolery to restore the status quo. The truth of the matter is ... it's not going to happen, or it will not last very long until we find ourselves in an even worse predicament. My final reading suggestion for today is an article titled, "It's Not Going to be OK," by Chris Hedges that appeared on the Truthdig site. It's a worthy read and a somber prediction of what might come about.

Otherwise, I would say that now is a good time to perform mass hurdy-gurdy "torrent" downloading from the Pure T 'n A site. There's no doubt that such a collection will be valuable once the "system" goes down.

Benign Foolishness

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday has been cast to the wind. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. I was able to ride to town on the bus, retrieve my mail, perform my usual workout at the gym, and return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) with little to no idiocy. Later, I performed the dreaded laundry chores and prepared for another even of benign foolishness.

Well, the financial downhill slide begins from this point forward. One look at the pathetic $569 in dividends (see below) that all of my investments made last month is a strong indication that I will be drawing down my savings at a rapid pace. That amount does not even cover the rent for Slob Manor. Fortunately, I no longer have any student loans to pay. However, the "condotel" unit is still accumulating losses. Last month, the loss amounted to $300 and some change. It could have been less, but the condo maintenance fee had gone up over 30 percent.

I am not certain about how anyone else is surviving. All I see are satanic gargoyles spending money like there's no tomorrow. I suppose that being engaged in wage slavery gives the beholder a sense of invincibility. No one ever imagines that involuntary emancipation from wage slavery can happen at any time, which is exactly what happened to the ol' lavahead.

I have intentionally put off my return to wage slavery for a variety of reasons. For one thing, I do not qualify for much beyond a minimum wage peon job. Even then, I am simply worried about getting caught up in the mindset that plagues most people. I am talking about the satanic gargoyle mindset. When I was making a decent wage, I was tempted (and eventually succumbed to) the faulty "American Dream." I saw a lot of money slipping out of my hands through taxes. Therefore, I forfeited my soul to participate in the so-called "ownership society." And, now, here I am ... in the worst possible quandary a poor fool could himself in.

Obviously, that's not the end of the story. The "system" will suck every last dime out me, just like it's doing to countless other hapless fools. I did not have to find myself in this predicament. Had I made the exodus at the opportune moment, I would have been doing fine now. That's the gamble that we must take in order to get ahead. Too stupid, and too foolish.

The situation is not going to get better. The Fed will keep interest rates at zero percent indefinitely. It can never raise interest rates beyond one or two percent unless hyperinflation goes totally out of control. Even then, the maximum window the Fed has is another one percent. Anything else will fast-crash the economy. The plan is all too obvious. The Fed wants to create another "bubble." There are only two choices: a stock market or a housing "bubble," at least insofar as luring more rank-and-file suckers into the consumer spending pyramid scheme. Creating fast "bubble" wealth is what makes fools part with their money even fast, a necessity for economic "growth." Creating jobs is a useless endeavor insofar as any "stimulus" is concerned. The wages will never be high enough for the rank-and-file peons to qualify for high credit lines, another necessity for economic "growth." Only artificially inflated assets will do the trick.

The Fed is going to aggressively push for asset price inflation (read: hyperinflation). Theoretically, everyone who counts will attain some kind of "bubble" wealth, so they won't notice the high prices for everything. The truth of the matter is that the plan is unsustainable. Once global demand for oil returns, then oil prices will rise exponentially in line with the Peak Oil paradigm that has been preempted by the recession. My only concern is that the plan works long enough for me to "get out of Babylon." There won't be a "next time" after that.